Satu hari di hari raya,

aku menangis buat pertama kalinya setelah 2 minggu aku di sini.

Selamat Hari Raya.
Maaf Zahir Batin.

Does she look 64 to you?

No? Well she is.
Happy Birthday Ma. I miss your sambal goreng.

Setting my priorities straight

Things I haven't done, but need to do pronto:
1. Read handbook, get to know what in the world FunMed is
2. Laundry
3. Befriend flatmates
4. Get cough medicine
5. Eat proper food
6. Go to IKEA
7. Brush up conversational English
8. Photography
9. Shower

Things I have been excessively doing, but shouldn't have:
1. Blogging
2. Watching Gossip Girl Season 2
3. Watching Alejandro Manzano on YouTube
4. Skype-ing
5. Getting chocolate bars for lunch
6. Drinking chocolate milk for dinner
7. Eating cereals for breakfast, lunch and dinner
8. Going to sleep at 9pm
9. Going to sleep at 9pm without first taking a shower

I will come back once I've sorted things out.
Right.

Hello beautiful

Dear Lloyds TSB officers, can you speed up the completion of my chip and pin debit card? I've been dreaming about this beauty for quite some nights now, it's driving me crazy. Hurry up ok, so when I do have my debit card, I can shove it down the Carphone Warehouse dealers' throats. Gelak gelak ingat kita orang tak mampu ke nak beli handphone cikai kau?

couples update

Jenny is Eleanor's new best friend,
Rufus has a new girlfriend,
Serena and Dan broke up for good,
Blair finally got into Marcus' pants, but
Vanessa couldn't get into Nate's because Catherine was already in there,
and Chuck couldn't get hard for anyone, except Blair.

Woah.
I hope someone dies this season.

It's that time of the year again

I'm turning 19 today. My Barts friends were so cool to do the whole cake and candles thing after we had our nasi lemak for buka puasa. I feel so satisfied now because during our visit to the bank earlier in the day, I had a chat with a few Singaporeans and we were all saying that we miss the food from our country. I was screaming, "I miss nasi lemak!", and well what do you know? We had it for buka puasa!

I initially thought that it would be a lonesome birthday this year, but it actually turned out pretty nice. After I went back to Pooley, one of my Singaporean flatmates came up to my room and we had a chat and a few laughs, and she offered to give me a poster for my birthday present, which I think is pretty cool too. She also told me that Queen Mary medical students don't like to associate themselves with Queen Mary, that they prefer to be known as the Barts, or say that they're from Barts, which is short for Barts and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry. So that explains why I called my friends at Queen Mary "my Barts friends" earlier.

So thank you for singing me the Birthday song guys, I appreciate it. Thank you as well for all the birthday wishes from Malaysia, India, UK, Ireland, Canada and Australia. If you haven't wished me yet, you still have plenty of time, because it's only 12 a.m. of 20th September here in London. Jadi cepat angkat telefon anda! :P

Woi!

Marah ah ni.

First I get the 2 fucking fire drills in 2 consecutive nights at 3 in the fucking morning, and now I get this? Let's pretend that I have a big fat dick, or rather, let's put you dickwits in my shoes, would you have gone? Sorry I'm not so brave and independent, but it's been what, 4 days? This is ridiculous. My nose is running, and I have phlegm stuck in my throat. Mama, adik nak balik.

Well 'elow love

The fire alarm went off at 3 in the morning, and now I can't find my way back to bed. Apparently the fire alarms here at Pooley come off very often. I'm expecting a lot of sudden wake-up calls for the year, and the next time it rings, I'll be ready with my gears. So watch out you cigarette-litting boneheads you!

Oh by the way, London is fine, and the people are just so friendly. I've already received invitations to drinks and sisha, and have gotten on the 205 bus all by myself to go back and forth Pooley-Floyer on my first day. There are some awkward moments though, like when I was walking to the bus stop, an Anglo-African stopped me in my tracks and asked if he could tell me something about Jesus. To which I replied, "I'm quite in a rush, and I'm not even Christian". But the guy was very insistent, so I did what any normal international student would: run. Haha smooth eh?

I've only been here 2 days, and it has been interesting. If you're studying in the UK, come down to London this Christmas. I'll be alone in my flat, because all of my flatmates are going home. Maybe we could go get ourselves some sisha, I'd like to know how it tastes like. I wanted to try in Malaysia, but my brothers won't let me. Which is funny, because when my flatmates asked me "do you do sisha?", I replied "umm sometimes" while looking down at my feet.

Let me know if you're coming alright? Cheers darling.

I'll see you in a year or two, or five.

My luggage is way over the limit, and I can tell you that none of the items I put in the bag is superfluous. If I let go any more of my winter clothes, I'm going to freeze my bum off.

Goodbye everyone.


p/s:
"Nanti adik dah pergi sana, ayah terdengar-dengar adik main piano"

This is for Mama and Ayah. I'm just a click or a phone call away.
You're not getting rid of me that easily.

I'm already freaked out as it is, so why the heck are you telling me now that my residence hall only provides mixed sex rooms??


Ya Rabbi pencipta alam.

Normally I'm not this friendly,

but hey, the kids love my hair. Probably because I look like Kevin Jonas in Camp Rock (yes I watched Camp Rock, jadinya kenapa?). So what's a snap or two, right?

I look like a boy, and I'm lily-livered like one too.

No offense, boys.

I am now aware of my flight date. It's on the 14th, 4 days from today.
(deep breath, deep breath)

My clothes are still all over the place, my luggage is way over the weight limit, my mom lost the receipt to my suit at the dry-cleaners and the amoi that works there cannot track my suit down, my line has not been set for a roaming service, I don't know how to work my new ricecooker, my new haircut is so ridiculous I could get sued for it, I hate my yellow trench coat, I'm an anti-social stick, I'm going to be alone in my Pooley House flat, my lips bleed when I spend too much time in my air-conditioned room how the hell am I going to stand the cold London weather weiiiii.

I am shit scared I don't know what else to say. Help me.

I'll miss the garden the most

That is totally bogus because I only said that to cast your attention away from my new hairdo. Some people have been mistaking it as a Victoria Beckham-inspired asymmetrical bob, when I actually started sporting the cendawan butang shag back in 2004, when Vicky B was still donning the long wavy mane and could not get as close to a pair of scissors as my brother to the shower. Too bad I wasn't super skinny or overly spray-tanned, and didn't have a famous football player for a husband, otherwise the bob you all know as the Vicky 'Pob' might have been called the 'Cendawan Butang' haha.

p/s: This cendawan should hurry up and grow into a spinach.

Are you ok?

I can't ask you that straight to your face, because it would be awkward, and you would probably choke and gag on yesterday's buka puasa out of a sudden shockwave. I know you deserve more than what you're given with, and you worth more than what other people value you for, but this is just another speedbump along the road. In time you will find yourself riding up the freeway, I can assure you that, because you have what it takes to make it happen. You're one of a kind, CB. You just forgot to remind them that you are.

But I can't seem to get it out of my system.
I need to know.
Are you ok?

You need a hearing aid if you tell me you don't like this.

Or probably a thicker lens for your reading glasses, because you cannot seriously say that the head-bobbing is not contagious.

Fairuz, I give up.

I'm a freak magnet.
No disclamations, no disavowals, no defies.
Saya terima.

Some people have a seriously obtuse sense of judgment. I blame the sequence of the codons for it, and the secretions of chemical messengers, namely hormones. Well actually the secretions depend on the base sequences, so now I blame only the codons. Wait, I'm not really sure. Somebody hand me a Campbell-Reece.

---Intermission---
(waits for a Biology book for 20 minutes, but no one came in with one)

Oh, let's just blame the forces of nature. I wouldn't understand the book if I read it anyways. Back to the point, the whole keeping-up-to-your-standards thing is bogus. I'm lowering my standards to a minimum of none.

They're freaks, I'm a freak.
It's only a matter of time that I catch the attention of another one.
'-_-

This is not my idea of 'starting over'

"There's a place I go
When I'm alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I want to be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I'm falling"
-Dream Catch Me, Newton Faulkner

*us would be me and my room at Flat 46, Pooley House



In blue: Floyer House, Whitechapel
Population: My fellow KMB acquantainces and other medical students

In red: Pooley House, Westfield Student Village
Population: Me

Orang mat saleh besar-besar.
Mama, adik takut.